No, Lestat laughed at John, his attention turning to Beatrice. Just for me... now, if you excuse me, my latest child seems lost... He turned his head, walking carefully through the wet forest floor. In need of assistance, little one? he sent to Beatrice, his amusement clear in his tone.
We'll see what occasion arises, Lestat pondered, imagining the idea in his mind for John to see. I did leave some things... unsaid...
Oh, we'll see, Lestat said, deciding in his head to taunt instead of befriend. I think I need to speak with Hannah myself sometime...
And why is that? Lestat replied. You've suddenly developed an immunity to all werewolves or something?
Hmm, Lestat replied, thinking. I do not expect trust; you of all people should learn how to be polite, though. Edward may prove to be more formidable than you think.
Once again, I am very proud of it, Lestat chuckled. John, let me tell you something; being the devil himself is not easy. My... ego, as you call it, could be the least of your problems.
Oh, I am sorry, Lestat began a little more seriously. Did I offend you?
Just merely referring to my own... skills in ceratin situations, Lestat laughed through his response.
Oh, I agree, Lestat responded politely. You have the advantage in... certain situations...
Thanks would be nice, Lestat smiled. Even though I do get them often, though not really from your sex... I have to admit, I didn't think you could hold her like that, but you've proven me wrong... till Edward came, of course. But you did well.
Impressive, John, Lestat murmured, unsure if the man would hear him or not. Very impressive...
Cute, Lestat thought to himself, grinning for a moment at John's pain. I suddenly pity this Dracula...
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"Remember what I said," Lestat spoke softly in her ear before letting her go. "Although," he added with a chuckle, already half-way dissolved into a nearby shadow, "I doubt it will be hard to forget!"
"You're young," Lestat soothed, trailing a hand through her hair to rest at the back of her neck. "Alas, there is not much I can teach you, since you'll be much stronger if you just let your mind take over; succumb to desire, let your mind free and your heart rule. There is no limit with what you can do; love, betrayal, pain, excitement, attraction, ardrehaline, music, fear... all these emotions are magnified, beautified, glorious in both a wonderful and unbearable sense in our way of life. Just shut your eyes... there... think of words, things, people, solids, liquids... let them all rest on the tip of your tongue, breath everything aroud you without opening your lungs. Life... it is different now, no? Don't you want to feel all this, the life-force, the beauty of it all, now that, as an immortal, you are capable of doing so? It's easy: blood, little Bee. Human blood is all it takes..."
"Then do what it is in your nature to do," Lestat began, giving Beatrice a warm smile as he stroked her cheek. "Killing is not as awful as you put it. God, if there is one, takes life as much as he steals it away again. I only hurt those that are evil, little one. It helps keep a clear conscious. And, if I'm correct, this Dracula fellow seems to be second-best to myself, so you have no more noble cause than that at this point. A friend of mine once said that we, the keepers of the Dark Gift, the immortal, must always be three things: powerful, beautiful, and without regret."
"Oh, don't act as if you're not intruiged yourself," Lestat murmured, letting the tips of his boots graze the ground for a moment, drifting on a small clump of grass. "Edward is better now, just as I thought. John, though... he's such a fickle man, the way he behaves. As if... well, he does remind me or me at an earlier age, even though he may be older. You must understand something, though, little one." He paused, stepping forward, raising a finger to her cheek and smiling when she trembled slightly. "I did what I did to you for your own benefit," he began in a husky, soft whisper. "You felt useless, I could feel it like a wave washing toward me before I even knew a thought of who you were. You want to help them, yes, with all the little troubles they like fixing, all the so-called evil they want to rid this world. Well, little Bee, I made you the way you are to help them. And all you've done so far is act like Hannah: a weak-blooded fool, holding onto a mortal love of life that will help no one. You are what you are! Impress them; show that hunter you are not one to be underestimated. Not with my blood in you."
"And then some," Lestat chuckled, pulling out a shadow to stand next to Beatrice, enjoying her small jump. "She's an.. intriguing girl when you get her... excited enough." ^ ^ ^ My Lestat pose... in a SUIT!!!
"Oh, I shan't say a thing," Lestat said softly, speaking aloud now that he was close to her, his eyes still shut, his feet hovering just above the ground, keeping his black boots out of the mud. "The last thing I would want to do is upset her... after I've seen what she can do... everything she can do." He laughed aloud to himself.
You need to be what you are, my little Bee, Lestat crooned happily, unconsciously drifting closer to her. It may not be very soon, considering how stubborn you are, but I will watch you come around... life is wonderful from where I stand, what I do... it may be a little lonely, but it's worth it all. Because, if there is no God, little one, like some people say, this life here, no matter how long we live it... may be all we have. ^ ^ ^ im so frikkin hot.
